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Portfolio

By: Ashson



Hi. I'm Suzanne. When I turned sixteen I started to seriously consider becoming a model. I had all the necessary qualifications. I was young, reasonably tall without being too tall, had a very nice figure, long blonde hair with eyes that were a green/hazel colour. My face was a delicate heart shape and I had perfect teeth and skin that was absolutely free of blemishes.

I didn't do anything about it at that stage because my parents were dead against it. They are slightly over-protective of me but, there again, I suppose most parents are protective of their children. So at that stage I didn't do anything about pursuing a modelling career.

Over the next couple of years my looks just kept on improving. I was fit and healthy and I skipped through adolescence with no trace of acne or coarsening skin. I didn't put on weight and my voice matured into a lovely contralto. With all due modesty, I have to admit that I'm really quite lovely.

I am also incredibly photogenic. Joe is a friend of mine and he's been doing media studies as his major at school. He's really good with a camera, both stills and videos, and he's talked me into posing for him a number of times. He lets me keep a copy of the photos he does. 

(Might I point out that the posing I did for him did not include any nude photography, neither artistic nor pornographic. He did suggest once that he'd like to see a bit more boob, which I thought was an extremely crude way of putting it, but I had very firmly declined and he didn't push it.) 

The reason I'm telling you this is so that you'll know that my decision to actually try my hand at modelling wasn't just a spur of the moment decision. I had been thinking about it quite seriously for a couple of years. Just after I turned eighteen I asked Joe what he knew about becoming a model. He had hired a couple in the past and I figured he could talk to them and get some tips to pass on to me.

Joe said no worries. He knew a couple of the girls quite well and he'd get back to me. A couple of days later he did.

The main thing that the models absolutely insisted on was that I should have a good portfolio, showing me in everything from a bikini to a ball-gown. Portraits as well as full length shots were a must. Also, don't do it on the cheap. Get a professional photographer to take the photos.

Joe, sweetheart that he is, offered to do the shots for me for free. He said it would be good exposure for him as a photographer. I hated to turn him down, him having been so helpful, but I told him that I thought I'd be better off getting an already established fashion photographer to do the portfolio as they'd know what sort of shots to include. 

Joe said he quite understood and actually gave me the number of several professionals, ranking them in the order of their ability according to him. That afternoon I spoke very firmly to myself, picked up the phone and rang the first photographer on the list. 

What a letdown. He was sorry but he was booked solid for the next six months. If I liked, he could let me know if a vacancy became available. What, wait six months on the chance that I might get an earlier appointment? No thanks. I thanked him very politely and said I'd try elsewhere. 

The second number was just as bad. He was booked for two months and had a holiday planned for the following month. A three month wait was better than six months but still three months too long. Again it was thanks, but no thanks.

The third photographer went by the name Andre, and sounded as though he had a slight accent. French I assumed. He said that I was lucky. He had a cancellation next week and would be able to fit me in. A proper portfolio shoot would take at least four hours. If I liked he could mark me in as a tentative booking and he could meet me this evening to discuss my requirements.

I agreed, naturally, and that evening I went around to visit his studio. The first shock I got was when I met him. I'd been fancying a tall suave Frenchman carrying a camera. What I got was a guy who looked as though he was a reject from the boxing ring, rejected because his nose had stopped one fist too many. 

Still he seemed to know what he was talking about. He asked if I'd be using my own clothes or hiring some. If I was hiring he could recommend some specialty shops that hired outfits. He said that in his opinion I had the looks to succeed as a model and I was showing sense in arranging a good portfolio before I started looking for work.

He then explained the sorts of shots that would be taken. There was I thinking pretty portraits and close-ups. There was Andre, specifying full length body shots, head shots, shots of my hands, with and without gloves, shots of my feet, with and without shoes. Full length leg shots in stockings, not pantyhose. Several sets of matching underwear, please, for underwear shots, and make sure the underwear is attractive. Oh, and make sure I shave as the current fashion was not to have a rough patch showing under the underwear.

He said it all so matter of factly, but I was struggling to take it in. It hadn't even occurred to me that he'd want to take photos of me in my undies. He added negligee shots and I was feeling rather sick, but wasn't going to show it. 

What he added next was like a kick to the stomach. 

"I hope you understand that you will need a few nude shots," he told me, speaking quite calmly. "They'll just be full length nudes showing you reclining. You will be positioned in such a way that nipples and genitalia will not be seen. I'm not doing pornography, after all. The nudes are another reason why you need to make sure you're freshly shaved. Even stubble in that area shows up badly."

I must have been blushing like a stop light at this stage. While men have often suggested that I might like to take my clothes off, none of them had been so matter of fact about it. Andre seemed to assume that I'd disrobe at his command.

I didn't need to worry about the blushing. I went quite pale when he told me how much it would all cost.

I'm like, "How much?" and he just smiled and repeated the same figure. He had to be kidding.

I started apologising for wasting his time.

"I'm sorry," I said, feeling horribly embarrassed. "I just can't afford anything like that."

"Well, maybe we can come to terms on the cost," Andre said, smiling. "I can give you a twenty percent discount if you decide to make it a very friendly session."

It took me a moment to get what he was hinting at. It was the way he was looking at me (and my breasts) that made we twig.

"What?" I almost shrieked. "No way. I couldn't. I just don't do that sort of thing."

"Really? You're surely not telling me that you're still a virgin?" he said sceptically.

My blush must have answered him. He rubbed his chin.

"Hmm. In that case I can do slightly better. A twenty five percent discount and if you're willing to entertain a few of my friends the whole thing won't cost you a cent."

Ye gods. The man was serious. He seriously thought I was just holding out for better terms. He couldn't pay me to fuck him and his friends. (Silly thought of the day. That was just what he was offering.)

I didn't even bother telling him no thanks. I just bolted.

One thing I did do. When I got home I called the first two photographers and asked them what a four hour photo shoot for a model's portfolio would cost. Pity I hadn't done that first time round. Both of them had prices similar to Andre. I hadn't realised that photography was so expensive. I mean, all they do is point the camera and press a button. 

I was rather despondently walking through the mall the next day when I met Joe. Deciding he was at fault for including Andre in his list of photographers I gave him a killing look, but he just ignored it.

"What's up?" he asked, smiling, when he was supposed to be lying on the ground twitching.

"I saw Andre yesterday," I told him.

"Yeah? How'd it go? You have to watch him I believe. The girls have said that he's a bit of a sleazebag at times."

"A bit?" I asked incredulously. "He could be used as a model for sleazebaggery. He offered me a discount if I'd sleep with him. I pointed out that I didn't do that sort of thing and he got all excited. 'Hey, I'll give you a bigger discount and hire you out to my sleazebag friends.' And he wanted to charge the earth."

"He was third on the list," Joe pointed out. "Didn't the others work out?"

"Oh, sure, if I was willing to wait three to six months and mortgage my parent's house for the fees. Do you realise what these guys charge?"

Joe promptly quoted a price range that neatly covered all three photographers. Yes, he knew. He spread his hands to the side in a helpless gesture.

"What did you expect? You wanted an established professional and that's what those guys charge. Consider their studio costs, equipment costs, staff costs, advertising and other overheads. It's an expensive business."

"Yes, well you didn't mention that I'd have to do nude shots for the portfolio."

"Ah, you don't," Joe said, looking slightly surprised. "A couple of artistic nudes would help pad it out but they're not essential. I didn't think you'd mind anyway. Being a model means a lot of getting changed in front of other people and you'd often find yourself nude in front of strangers."

"Andre said they were essential," I grumbled. 

Joe, blast him, just laughed. 

"Andre would. But if you don't mind being nude in front of the photographer they'll have no objection to taking pictures of you. They also wouldn't have any objection to making a discreet pass once you're naked."

"Maybe, but Andre didn't wait until then and there was nothing discrete about his suggestion."

"We already agreed that Andre is a sleazebag," Joe said. "The point now is what are you going to do about a portfolio?"

I chewed on my lip. I wanted to ask Joe if he'd still do it but how could I? I'd already turned him down.

"Would you like to reconsider my suggestion of having me do the portfolio?" Joe asked, saving me the trouble. "Like I said, it will be good advertising for me."

"Yes, please," I said, and I suppose I could have sounded happier about it. "Um, will I have to do nude shots at all?"

"It's advisable but not compulsory," Joe said. "Why don't you leave that for now? You can always decide during the shoot."

There was one other question I wanted to ask but I didn't know how to go about it.

"Um, about Andre," I muttered. "Um, I, that is. . ." 

My voice trailed away, question unasked.

"Am I likely to make a pass at you? Probably, but I'd do it discretely and I'm willing to accept no for an answer," Joe said, sounding quite serious, but I'll swear he was laughing at me. "Rather, I should say that I'll unwillingly accept no for an answer."

I glared at him and changed the subject back to the portfolio. Joe grilled me on the sort of shots that Andre had suggested and I think I remembered them all. Joe was busy writing them up in a little note pad. 

"One last thing," Joe told me as we were parting. "Make sure all the clothes are freshly cleaned and pressed. Creases show up as unexpected shadows and will ruin a shot. Same with spots and marks on the material."

The next few days I was really busy, running around selecting the clothes that I would be wearing, getting them cleaned and pressed, buying a few accessories (like stockings - I didn't know people still wore stockings.) and getting ready generally with a new hairdo, manicure and pedicure.

Finally things were getting under way. I was at Joe's studio and had put on my formal gown, that being the first thing I wanted done. I came swanning out from behind the change screens and waltzed over to where Joe had said he wanted me to stand.

Things promptly went skew whiff. 

"Lose the bra," Joe yelled, looking at me through the camera.

"Excuse me?" I said, slightly offended.

"I want to take photos of you, not your underwear," he said. "The bra straps are far too prominent. Either detach them or lose the bra."

"The straps don't come off and I can't take my bra off. This gown needs a bra. If I bent forward you'd see everything."

"You won't be bending forward while I'm taking photos. Apart from that I don't care what you might show, as long as it's not the bra. I'd have thought at your age a bra wouldn't be essential. Your breasts aren't overly large. They should pass the pencil test with no problems."

Was he saying I was small breasted? I thought that I had nice breasts and that they were of a reasonable size. And what did he mean by the pencil test?

"Um, just what do you mean by the pencil test?" I asked.

"You haven't heard of it?" he asked, amused.

"Well of course I have," I said quickly. "I just want to make sure we're talking the same thing."

"Ah, I see. If you're standing topless and a pencil is placed under your breast will the sag of your breast hold it in position or would it drop free?"

How the hell would I know? I've never tried it. Of course it would drop free. My breasts didn't sag. Or did they, I wondered.

"Does it make a difference?" I asked.

"A little, but nothing we can't fix. A bit of invisible tape on the top of the breast together with a light dusting of makeup to hide it and your breasts lose their sag. Are you going to need the tape?"

How the hell would I know? What's more, what did I say to Joe? I guess he must have thought I was clueless as he gave a sigh.

"Look, just take off the bra and drop the front of the dress for a moment, trying not to crease it. A quick visual should show if it's OK. And try to lose the blush. It's showing through your makeup."

Quietly spitting chips I unhooked the bra and tossed it over with my other things. Then I carefully and reluctantly lowered the top of my dress to show off my breasts.

To my increased fury Joe just looked disgusted. 

"Geez," he grumbled. "Don't you ever look in a mirror? You don't have any sag. You should know that. They'll stand up very nicely."

I could feel my face burning as I adjusted the gown. Had I just been insulted, complimented, or both? Still, I was feeling a little smug that my breasts passed muster. Too, too, humiliating if I'd had to put tape on them to hold them in position. I couldn't help wondering where Joe learned that trick, so I asked him.

"In our makeup classes at school," he said. "We're taught a number of little things to enhance our subjects. Did you think I just guessed at what makeup to put on you?"

I had been a little surprised at the deft way he'd made up my face. That was now explained as well.

After that things progressed quite rapidly. Joe would shoot, I'd dive behind the screen and change, Joe would shoot again. Arms and legs, gloves and stockings, it all went very smoothly and it was fun. I didn't start getting nervous again until it was time for the underwear shots.

I had some nice sets of underwear. I like brief frilly undies. They make me feel nice and naughty. It was one thing to feel nice and naughty when you're wearing a dress and no-one can see what's underneath, except for an occasional accidental glimpse. It was another thing entirely to wear those same undies without a dress. Still, I finally stepped out, expecting Joe to make some kind of comment. Sure enough, he did.

"About time," he growled. "What were you doing? Making them?"

Nothing about how I looked. Nothing about a very sexy set of undies. Just a complaint about wasting time. The man was blind and an oaf.

I promptly found another difference between dress and no dress. I'd been indifferent when Joe had adjusted my position while I was wearing a dress. Now, I couldn't help but notice how big his hands were and how capable they looked, how they contrasted to my skin, how close they were to certain sensitive areas. Close, nothing. A couple of times the back of his hand brushed against me in places they should damn-well not have brushed against me and Joe didn't even seem to notice. There was no way I was going to bring it to his attention, either. 

I have to admit I found the situation mildly arousing. Not that I'd dream of letting on. I acted as indifferently as I could, smiling on command, taking the poses that Joe requested. Then the underwear shoot was finished and I was damn near panicking about the nude shots.

"OK," Joe said. "I guess that's a wrap. We can let it go there. If I'm unhappy about anything I'll let you know and we can do a few more shots."

"Eh? What about the nude shots," I asked, feeling a little indignant that he was just ignoring them.

"They're not compulsory. I told you that," Joe replied.

"Well, yes, but you did say they were advisable," I pointed out.

"True, but you were rather tense during the underwear shots. If we have to redo any shots it will probably be those, depending on how badly your tenseness shows. I just thought that you'd be so uptight about a nude shot that you wouldn't relax, so why bother."

Why bother? Because it was my portfolio. Joe couldn't just tell me no nude shots if I wanted some. He could at least try.

"Um, you're a very good photographer, Joe," I pointed out. "I'm sure you can do some good shots even if I am a little tense."

"You actually want to try the nude shots?" he asked, sounding quite startled.

I didn't glare at him and call him a rude name. I simply smiled.

"You've already saw my breasts earlier," I pointed out. "And I was nearly naked in my undies. It won't be that much different."

I fervently hoped and prayed.

"OK. In that case you might as well drop the undies and we'll see how it goes."

I turned and ducked behind the screen and I heard Joe laugh. Wondering why, I stripped off my undies and then prepared to step out from behind the screen. That's why he laughed. Why bother with the screen when I wasn't changing in to anything. I could just have easily taken my things off right then and there. Still, it wouldn't have felt right, taking of my undies in front of him. For that matter, I was having second thoughts about stepping out from behind the screen. 

If I didn't, Joe wouldn't say anything but I knew what he'd think. I didn't have the courage to do it. But I did. I just needed a moment to prepare myself.

I eased out from behind the screen, my hands crossed demurely in front of me. Joe had been using an old couch for some of my shots and he had me recline upon it. Then he started positioning me. The trouble was that the positions he wanted me in left me feeling awfully exposed. And his hands were occasionally brushing against me rather personally, and it was worse now because there were no undies to disguise the touch.

"Just relax," he said. "It doesn't matter if your nipples or pussy are on display. You and I might be able to see them but the idea is to position you so the camera won't, at the same time trying to make it look as though you're not trying to hide anything. It's just coincidence that nothing is actually revealed."

I could understand his logic but still! I couldn't help but squirm and re-adjust my position. 

"Last chance," Joe finally snapped. "Either you relax or I'll have to take steps." 

I was already shifting my hand to cover my mound again, and it took me a moment to register what he'd said. Steps? What steps?

I found out pretty fast. Joe gave a put-upon sigh and attacked me. I kid you not. He just pounced on me and he was ruthless. He was all over me. I kicked and screamed and yelled at him to stop, but would he? Not him.

The whole thing was terrible and seemed to go on for hours, although in hind sight I guess it was only a minute or so. Then he stepped back.

"Well, you seem to be smiling now," he said. "Do you think you can carry this attitude through to the posing?"

I was still squirming and giggling. 

"You tickled me," I accused him, panting slightly. "How could you?"


Portfolio Ch. 02



A friend of mine, Anne by name, asked me if I'd take some nude photos of her so she could build up a portfolio. Actually, I'll amend that slightly. She was more of an acquaintance, than a friend. I know her quite well but not so well that I'd ask a favour of her. It seems the same did not apply to her where favours are concerned.

I'm quite a good photographer and have done some shoots before at parties and such where my friends had wanted some decent photos but didn't want to hire a professional. I hadn't actually considered Anne to be the sort of friend for whom I'd do a shoot. She had recently turned twenty and was very attractive but with a bit of an edge to her personality. Still and all, I had no objection to seeing her naked in front of my camera. Or just plain naked, come to think of it.

I have converted one large spare room at my house into a sort of studio. I normally shoot still-life and pets there, but have shot a few children. Really wanted to shoot a couple of the little darlings. I made the necessary arrangements with Anne and made sure that the bed in the spare room was clean and tidy. (No. I wasn't expecting to bed her, although I probably wouldn't knock back the chance. I assumed that she'd want reclining nudes as part of the shoot, hence somewhere to recline was required.)

Anne fronted up for the shoot and she had arranged a chaperon, dammit. She had Olivia with her. Olivia was about the same age as Anne, just as pretty, but without that hard edge I saw in Anne. I quite liked Olivia and had been deliberating on whether I should invite her out. Seeing her standing there next to Anne I decided that I would at the first opportunity.

I didn't comment on the chaperon. It was a sensible move on her part. After all, Anne didn't know what I'd be like if I had her alone naked. I took the two women through to my studio-room and then discussed the sort of photos that Anne wanted. 

The way she described them she wanted photos that were as close to pornographic as you could get without actually crossing the line. Some standing and some reclining. Basically she wanted photos that would make men lust after her but she didn't want the photos to be too explicit.

With the shoot now ready to begin I politely suggested that Anne might like to disrobe. It was a warm day and both girls were wearing simple shifts. Anne simply stood up, took off her shift and was standing there nude. 

"I didn't want line marks from underwear," she said. "I have fresh underwear in my bag for when I leave."

I couldn't help myself. I glanced across at Olivia.

"Yes, I am," she snapped, glaring at me, and I laughed.

I started taking the photos and I could tell it was going badly even from the first shot. It wasn't that she wasn't photogenic, she was. She had a lovely body and it showed up on the camera a treat. The trouble was that hard edge to her. That was also showing up on the camera, especially when her face was looking at the camera.

I'd have some lovely shots if I could just leave her face out of it. Instead of coming across as warm and sexy she was coming across as the ice maiden, freezing you with a kiss. I had to find some way to change her from proud and haughty to sexy and naughty.

The obvious way was to get her to feel sexy, arouse her a little. I strolled over to her and sat on the bed next to her.

"I'm having a little problem," I confessed. "You're coming across as a little stiff. We need to find a way to relax you a little."

I placed a hand on her breast and started lightly massaging it. Anne looked at my hand but didn't say anything. Her nipple actually peaked quite quickly and I could feel her breast swelling slightly. The look on her face didn't change.

OK, I decided, stage two. My hand slid down across her tummy and landed on her mons and I started to massage it. Anne showed some reaction this time, her breath deepening slightly.

And the chaperon stepped in.

"Ah, Rob," Olivia said hesitantly, "no touching, remember."

Before I could say anything Anne answered.

"It's OK, Olivia," she said. "I half expected that Rob would have to touch me a little to get me slightly aroused. He wants that arousal showing on my face."

"If it's OK for him to touch you, then why am I here?" asked Olivia.

Anne just laughed. "You'll know when the time comes," she said.

I continued to stroke Anne rather intimately and she was responding. From the way she was acting she was no stranger to sex, but I suspected that she used it more as a weapon than anything else. 

When you're sitting next to a lovely naked woman, touching her intimately, you'd have to be a saint not to get aroused yourself. I very quickly had an erection that was quite uncomfortable. Thus the chaperon, I guess. If Olivia wasn't there I'd have been offering more than a touch to Anne.

Satisfied that her face was starting to reflect her arousal and passion I backed off and started shooting some more. These shots were much more the thing. You could tell that she was a willing woman, just waiting for the right man. 

Then that cold hardness crept back in, replacing the arousal. The duties of a photographer are many and varied. Despite any personal distaste I was going to have to sit down and start running my hands all over the body of a naked lady. Ah, me, the sacrifices we make for our art.

Anne giggled as I touched her up again, while Olivia blushed and looked elsewhere. What did surprise me was Anne reaching out and checking out my erection.

"Ah, Olivia," she cooed sweetly. "I think I may now have need of your services."

Olivia came charging over, ready to fend me off, and stopped looking puzzled when she saw I wasn't really doing anything I hadn't done earlier. I looked at her and just shrugged, and we both turned to look at Anne.

"Rob's getting all aroused," Anne said mildly. "If he stays like that it may distract him from the photos he's taking. I knew you had a bit of a thing for him so I brought you along so you could give him a quick one if he needed it." 

"What?" This was said simultaneously by both Olivia and me.

"It seemed an easy solution," said Anne. "You're not a virgin and you do like him so what does it matter when you finally get to screw him?"

Olivia was looking appalled and furious. I was simply furious. To bring an innocent young woman along, supposedly as a chaperon, simply so she could throw her to the wolf if required? I was also incensed at Anne's assumption that I wouldn't be able to control my libido and would agree to screw Olivia.

I gave Anne a filthy look and turned to Olivia.

"Don't worry, Olivia. While in other circumstances I might chance my arm with you there is no way I am going to humiliate you by just screwing you in such an offhand way because Anne thinks it's a good idea."

Olivia looked a lot relieved and, unless I was badly mistaken, just a tad disappointed. She was also looking mad as fire where Anne was concerned.

"Actually, now that Anne mentions it, I do have quite an erection and it wouldn't hurt to have it serviced."

I pounced on Anne, pulling her arms up above her head.

"Olivia, if you would be so kind as to hold Anne's wrists, I'll see if I can persuade her to take care of my little problem."

Olivia giggled and grabbed Anne's wrist, the pair of us ignoring Anne's protests.

"And just how do you propose to persuade me?" snapped Anne.

"Um, yes. How do you mean to persuade her?" asked Olivia. "Oh my god."

The last comment was a flattering remark, accidentally expressed when I unzipped and presented my argument.

"It's quite simple," I told them. "I'll put my argument to her and see how long it takes her to reject it."

"You wouldn't dare," Anne said very softly, not looking as though she really believed what she was saying.

I simply pushed her legs apart, moving between them.

She tried to struggle but there wasn't much she could do. Olivia was holding her wrists and I had effective control of her legs. The photographic preparation I'd been performing had left her wet and aroused and her lips were swollen and parted. I simply touched my cock against her and pushed.

I slipped in like a dream, sliding in gently and easily. I didn't go pounding in. Instead I just eased my way into her, taking my time, ignoring her protest, settling slowly down upon her. There was nothing she could do to stop me. All she was capable of doing was mouthing off while she watched my cock slowly sink in.

"No visible signs of organ rejection," I murmured, my groin rubbing lightly against Anne's "I'll do some exploring."

With that I started taking Anne in earnest. I was gentle about it, but firm, sliding easily back and forth along her passage. She put up with it for almost a minute before she broke. She suddenly called me a rude name and started lifting her hips to meet me, seeking a mutually satisfying rhythm.

With that rhythm established I kept it going. It wasn't a hard driving action, more like the gentle flow of the tide in a secluded inlet, slowly rising in successive waves. Anne was writhing slightly under me, meeting me easily, but calling for the thunderous breakers of the ocean crashing against the shore. I kept to the gentle tide, much to her frustration and enjoyment.

I maintained the pace for as long as I could, enjoying the feel of Anne moving under me, and enjoying even more the little cries of pleasure she was giving. Oddly enough I didn't even need to increase the pace to send her over that final edge. She tilted her head back, gave a strangled gasp, and climaxed, shuddering as her passion swept through her, clutching onto me as she went. I gave a small sigh and hastily gave her a few hard thrusts and that was enough to finish me off. I'd been hanging on the edge for what felt like forever.

I disengaged and wiped down both myself and Anne. Some things you don't want the camera showing. Then I settled down to taking more photos and things went smoothly. Anne was quiet and cooperative, and her unexpectedly relaxed mood showed through on the photos. I finished up with some superb shots, just what she wanted in my opinion.

I downloaded everything to my PC and told Anne to look through them and see what she thought. While she was doing this I turned to Olivia.

"Tell me, Olivia, have you ever been an exhibitionist?" I asked.

"What?"

"The reason I ask is I want to bend you over the bed, pull down your panties, and vigorously have my wicked way with you."

"What?"

"I just answered that," I complained. "I want to bend you over the bed, pull down your panties, and vigorously have my wicked way with you."

"Why would you think I'd do something like that?"

"Let's see. You're hot and horny? Wet and willing? Pretty and passionate? Lusty and lovely? Take your choice. Any or all of the above."

"How about if I choose none?"

"I'd be terribly disappointed but I have further reasons. It would be one in the eye for Anne if I had sex with you right now. A petty revenge, I know, but fun. You probably noticed that I was very gentle when I took Anne. I know you were watching closely, you voyeur, you."

She blushed but didn't deny the accusation.

"Well, she's left me unsatisfied. I want to bend you over and take you roughly from behind. I don't want to waste my time being kind and gentle. I want to use you, take you and let you do the worrying about being taken vigorously."

"Wow, such an attractive proposition. I'd have to be mad to agree to that."

"True. Now let's see how mad you are."

I took her elbow and turned her so that she was facing the bed. A gentle pressure and she was bending over. I lifted her dress and rolled her panties down. Then I dropped my own trousers, showing I was once more ready for action.

Olivia had her head turned, looking at me. Also looking a bit bemused as though she didn't believe this was happening.

"What the hell are you doing?" snapped Anne.

"Ah, I think Rob is about to ravish me," said Olivia, turning to look at Anne. "Any suggestions?"

"How about, stand up and run away?"

"I couldn't do that," protested Olivia. "That would be terribly rude."

Then she gave a small scream as I drove forcefully into her. I had been right about a couple of things. She was hot and wet and ready for me, pushing back against me even as she squealed from the shock of the sudden invasion. I then proceeded to show her that I was keeping my word about taking her vigorously.

I didn't worry about trying to establish a nice smooth rhythm. I just thrust into her with a lot of energy. And I kept on doing it. She was responding eagerly, having no problem matching my passion.

My hands pushed up inside her dress, finding her bra and pushing the cups up off her breasts, replacing them with a pair of avid hands that squeezed and mauled them. Olivia just gasped and pressed against me, taking everything I was dishing out and reaching for more.

I suspect that it was fortunate that I'd had the earlier session with Anne. That had lowered the contents of testicles, meaning that I needed a bit of time to recharge. Without that small relief I probably would have ejaculated almost immediately on plunging into Olivia, she felt so good.

As it was I was able to stand and deliver, my hips working overtime as I ravished her sweet young body. A sweet young body that was reacting in a most knowing fashion, plundering my body in its own way. 

I did flick one quick glance at Anne while this was going on. She looked furious. She also looked aroused, which I found amusing. However, she was incidental, Olivia requiring my full attention.

Long and hard I banged her and it was a relief when I found I was ready to climax again. The amount of effort I was putting into this ravishment was tiring me out and I needed to rest. Unfortunately, some activities insist you don't rest until they have been completed. 

I finally let loose, gratified when Olivia gave a small cry a few moments later, her own climax coming belatedly along.

Once again we had a small clean-up and then I turned my attention back to Anne.

"Are you happy with the photos?" I asked and she nodded.

"They're great," she said.

"OK. Do you want me to print the best of them for you or do you want to have them done at a professional shop. My printers are quite good but a commercial printer is probably better."

The look on her face at the thought of handing those images over to a spotty faced kid at a print shop was wonderful. Not something she wanted to do. I agreed to print out the dozen best pictures but she'd have to pay for quality photo paper and ink.

With that agreed the girls departed, me promising to have the photos ready in a couple of days. 

Anne left me the money for the paper and ink. Olivia left me her phone number.



Portfolio for Gina



I'm just playing around and I'm not sure if any of you will like this story. It's a play within a play within a story. Maybe too convoluted?

* * * * *

I'm a fashion photographer. No, my name isn't Andre or Carlo or Stefan or Antonio or some other artsy European name. It probably would have helped in this business if it was, but my name does have a ring that none of them have. Kirk definitely sounds better at the end of sentences like "Please fuck me _____" or "Ooohh god oooh yes fuck me ooohhh god I love how you fuck me _____". It just flows off the tongue better, don't you think? But I've already digressed. As I said, I'm a fashion photographer. My cross is that I photograph some of the most stunningly beautiful women in the world, frequently in revealing fashions, and then they just go away. Poof. 

I direct their poses for a few hours, all the while flattering their positioning, raving about their facial expressions, adjusting their clothing, and most of all stroking and praising their beauty. It's not surprising that they have such high opinions of themselves. Every agent, photographer, designer, and flunky that touches their lives provides the constant reinforcement almost impossible to ignore. They are gorgeous, but nobody could be as beautiful as they think they are. You might correctly conclude that I love their looks, but that I almost never meet a model worthy of respect for modesty, intelligence, or thoughtfulness. I don't regret using them as thoroughly as I do. 

My reputation, which I do nothing to refute, is that I take brilliant photos but that I push my models further than anyone. Some say I push them too far. I'm a blue-collar fashion photographer, and the only way I fit into the fraternity is that I can see and almost feel a great photograph. The best recognize it even before they snap. Most recognize it immediately after they snap. I don't recognize it until the photos are developed, but I do recognize it. When I have many photographs to search, my odds improve; but that's not the reason I demand so much from my models.

I push them to their physical and emotional limit primarily because most of my best work has been the result of fatigued models (and a fatigued photographer). Exhaustion brings forth the rawest emotions, and the body language is compellingly natural and real. The entire spectrum of feeling, including joy, frustration, anger, bewilderment, disdain, shock and fear, is reflected in their faces and in their body language. The expressions captured on film are more interesting when they are genuine. 

There is a secondary reason for pushing them, however, and when I am honest with myself this is actually the dominant factor—their will to resist declines as their muscles tire. Lust is one of the emotions that bubbles up through the façade of these supermodels, and they will let me photograph bare breasts and uncovered vaginas at a rate far higher than they will when they are fresh. 

When they start showing their tits and their cunts, some of them get turned on. I am an occasional benefactor from this method, and I am enough of an egotist to believe that when one of them yields her pussy to me, she leaves satisfied. I do occasionally get to hear Kirk at the end of a stream of words from one of these supermodels, and those words invariably indicate a high pleasure level.

Their availability and willingness to work with me again and again attests to their satisfaction with my photography. The ones into whom Kirk has dipped his wick respond with even more eagerness, and the rapport improves between the handsome photographer and the beautiful models he has fucked. Yes, I'm the handsome photographer Kirk. No, you don't need to worry about my self-esteem. I'm not sure how, but the vast majority of these girls seem to ignore my charm, my savoir-faire, my striking good looks, my …. As I said, I bear the cross of frustration born on the disappearance—poof—of these girls after I have seen them in tantalizing situations for protracted periods.

I run a little sideline business—almost a hobby—alongside my primary livelihood. I photograph aspiring models and actresses interested in putting together a portfolio, a curriculum vitae (CV). My photographs have provided the impetus to move some girls into big money modeling careers. If the girls have the raw material from which quality photos can be made, I can make them. Of course, just because they photograph well does not give any indication as to how well they can act, so my photographs can only open the doors that lead to successful acting careers. 

As you might expect, my success rate seducing girls trying to break into the business is considerably higher than my success rate with the very highly paid models. While most agencies don't insist on nudes, they do need to insure that there are no stretch marks, scars, warts, moles, birthmarks, corns, bunions, etc. on the girls that would prevent them from wearing every possible fashion. Naturally, this requires that a whole lot of skin is visible in the photos, and these swimsuit/nightgown/lingerie shots are my specialty. 

I push these aspiring models and actresses just as hard as I push the supermodels, but I also can tilt the playing field further in my direction by keeping their wineglasses filled. When they are tired and the alcohol has worked its magic, I can often talk these girls into modeling nude. Some agencies do consider nudes to be a plus, and the more wine they've slipped down their throats, the more likely they are to listen to the reasons. 

I don't think I take advantage of them in getting them to model nude. My theory, not exactly on a par with Relativity and one which is common among photographers, is that most beautiful girls fantasize about being naked in front of the camera, and lowered resistance is a convenient excuse to strip off the last bits of nothingness they are still wearing. It is assuredly a sexual fantasy, and modeling nude is a very sexual experience for every girl I've photographed. Taking advantage of them after they are nude? That's a different story, and it's another of my specialties. 

Actually, it's not a difficult specialty to master. Nature's course is straightforward when gorgeous, turned-on naked girls collide with aroused men, and my occupation places me in the path of this collision frequently enough to fuck many of them. The nature of the business attracts men who believe they can satisfy the most gorgeous women in the world, and I am one of them. As I'm sure you are aware, it also attracts men who believe they can satisfy the most gorgeous men in the world. I am not one of them.

This is the story of one such girl, and she kind of fell in my lap. Most of my portfolio work is the result of recommendations from girls already in the business or from modeling agencies, but every now and then the Yellow Pages bring in a diamond. Gina is the Hope Diamond, brought to me as a gift from her husband Andy. He knew nothing of my reputation, but he was impressed enough with my credentials and my awards to set up an appointment to look at my work. 

We met in my studio one evening about 7:00 PM. I almost cancelled at the last minute. I had already worked a long day and wasn't looking forward to a meeting destined to be all business. I'm glad I didn't cancel, and it reconfirmed my belief that some of the very best things occur when you are beat.

The moment they walked in I could see that she "had it." I had never felt so strongly about a girl before, especially on first sight. She was stunning, and I couldn't wait to start shooting her. Of course, I couldn't until the business end was completed. I inspected Andy quickly—about 45, well dressed, 6 foot, maybe 180 pounds, nice looking. He was obviously successful, and Gina was just as obviously his trophy wife. I wondered if she was legally old enough, but I didn't push the issue that night. In fact, I never pushed it. What would I gain? 

I had several portfolios sitting on the coffee table and told them to take their time. I always leave some of the extremely revealing pictures in each folder, including a couple of tasteful nudes, in order to set the proper framework. I leaned against the front of my desk, Andy sat on the seat, and Gina sat on the arm of the couch to look over his shoulder. While they looked at the photos, I looked at her. Her facial expressions did not reflect the same excitement that Andy's did. I could tell he was imagining his wife in the same poses, and so was she. He could hardly wait, but she wasn't quite so anxious to begin. Fortunately, he had control in their marriage, and her opinion was never requested. 

Gina was tall and thinly proportioned, which is ideal for a model. I guessed her measurements at 34C-22-33 on a 5'9" frame. She couldn't have weighed more than 110 pounds, and her muscles were finely toned everywhere without being bulgy. It was obvious she worked out frequently, and every motion she made was graceful and efficient. She walked on high heels so smoothly that her head didn't bounce at all, and her feet touched the ground so lightly and effortlessly it looked like gravity pulled her with less efficiency than it pulled on the rest of us.

Her entire body—and she was dressed to provide a view of almost all of it—was lightly tanned, hairless, and unblemished. Her skin had the creamy smooth texture of an infant, and I could tell just touching it was going to be sexually exciting. She had no bony protrusions, awkward indentations or visually displeasing points anywhere on her body, and I had a hunch even her pussy would be smooth, hairless, and fleshy. I could see that she knew how perfect her body was by her body language. She exuded confidence, and the casual way she sat on the arm of the couch reminded me of a cat. It appeared that whatever position she assumed was completely comfortable.

Her hair was ash blonde, and it looked as if the tips had been highlighted to pure white by the sun and not a bottle. The gentle curl also appeared natural, and leaving it relatively short exposed her graceful neck. Her shoulders, arms, upper torso, back and neck all melded into one smooth and softly curving unit. I couldn't detect the locations of her collarbone, scapula, rib, elbow, or shoulder bone, and all these bones are generally quite visible. It was almost as if her skeleton was submerged beneath a set of smooth muscles none of the rest of us possessed. Thin but not bony described her well, and that combination is so unusual it is almost unique.

Her tits were firm, classically shaped, and perfectly located. I knew because she wore a gauzy brown blouse with no buttons. The two sides didn't meet in the middle, and the neckline plunged to her belly button, where the two sides tied together. When she moved, the gap became an exhibit, and I was treated to clear shots of her tits many times. Her nipples were erect and protruded extraordinarily far. Her eyes caught me looking many times. Her facial expressions didn't indicate that she was pleasantly thrilled to be on exhibit, but her body language told a different story.

Her stomach was completely flat and smooth, excepting the very slight indentation for her belly button. Where were her hipbones? How she could have a perfectly flat stomach without protruding hipbones seemed impossible, but there it was. Her skirt was short, narrow, and hip-hugging, so it provided good boner material the way she perched on the arm of the couch looking at portfolios over her husband's shoulder. I saw several glimpses of panty during this time, and my hard on was uncomfortably sideways in my pants...I finally had to adjust it so it pointed upward, and she caught me. Her eyes sparkled when she smiled at me.

Oh shit, what a smile. It was radiant. I became happy just seeing it. Her teeth were perfect and as white as any teeth I had ever seen. Her lips were wide and lightly glossed, and her smile was wide and perfectly symmetric. 

I couldn't find one flaw in this girl's appearance, and I would have taken this job for nothing. But I didn't have to. Before they left that night, a contract had been signed and I had even been paid in full. I was to photograph Gina on three separate evenings, with the possibility of a fourth if I thought it was necessary. Each session was scheduled for two and one-half hours, and I told Andy I liked to work the girls the entire time in order to tire them. I also mentioned then that I usually offered wine to the girls to relax them so that it would probably be better if he picked her up. 

Well, I found out two important things. First, Gina would be a tremendous model. Second, she was the best fuck of my life. I fucked her during both the second and the third sessions. I had invited one of my photographer friends to the third session to see if he would be as excited with Gina's prospects as I was. Needless to say, he was ecstatic. We both photographed her nude, including some sexy bath poses, then he took pictures while I fucked Gina for the second time. She showered before Andy picked her up and Marcus even took several photos while she showered.

She was so distraught when Andy picked her up after the third session that I knew what was coming. Sure enough, she called the next day and said she was through modeling for me and that she wanted the disc and the negatives of me fucking her so she could destroy them. Two days later I sent her a letter because she wouldn't pick up when I tried to call.

April 18

Dear Gina,

You have made your decision to stay home full time with your husband Andy; a decision I hope you'll reconsider. This letter is one of the attempts I'll make to get you to change your mind. I understand your love for Andy, but the decision you've reached doesn't logically follow. Your love for your husband does not necessarily mean you have to stay home all the time, and it certainly doesn't prevent you from becoming a model. I have told you many times over the last two weeks that I want you to enter modeling because I believe you could become one of a handful of supermodels in the world. I haven't felt so strongly about anyone I've ever photographed. You are perfect in every sense. Your body matches exactly the requirements of the industry and your face is unbelievably photogenic. The window is small—you can't decide in ten years that you want to become a model, and you probably won't be able to remain a model much longer than that. Andy will still be there.

There is another reason I want you to enter modeling. If you do, I can show you an entirely new dimension to sex. The past two weeks have given you a taste, and we both know you would love all the variety and skill from some of the world's great lovers. I would love to fuck you over and over, and you admitted that I fucked you better than anyone ever has. Once you've sampled the cocks of some of the studs hanging around this business, you won't give me the time of day. I won't be inside your gorgeous pussy again unless we happen to be working together. Of the two reasons I've just given for you to change your mind, I believe this will be the most compelling. You were made to let men fuck you, and I'm sure you know that you were the best fuck I've ever had. You may even want to try some of the models themselves. Many of them prefer girls to men.

You love the camera. From the first photograph when you were fully clothed until the last photo when we were coming together, I could see your arousal. I could smell your excitement when I was taking pictures of your cunt, and I am absolutely convinced that you loved being nude in front of the camera. You responded as no other girl I've ever photographed. Nude shots are, almost by definition, sexual, and I find it very arousing to be able to watch, photograph and direct beautiful girls getting turned on. Every indication of excitement was visible when I took the first nudes of you, and it was just as evident in the photos when I developed them as it was when I watched you in person. Your nipples, your eyes, your breathing, and of course your wet cunt all gave away your arousal, and each photograph captured your pleasure. I knew you could see my hard on as I gave you instructions and positioned you. I could tell Andy wanted you to pose nude when he looked at portfolios in my studio, but I'm sure he didn't want me to fuck you once you were nude. I'm thankful he didn't hear of my reputation before we signed a contract.

Gina, please reconsider. Our three sessions were wonderful. The photos are superb, some of the best I've ever done, and if you veto the fourth session we can put your portfolio together. I know both you and Andy are anxious to see them. The sex was unbelievable. I realize you didn't expect Marcus to be there last Friday night, but a portfolio is often enhanced when photos from several photographers are included. Andy gave me the option to determine whether a fourth session was needed. It is, but not to complete your modeling portfolio. 

I would like to schedule a fourth session as an audition for the adult video industry. You could become one of its shining stars in little time, and it is a less time consuming option than a modeling career. If you decide to accept, Marcus will again be present, as will my friend Dick. They will be male actors in your audition. You will love both their cocks.

The script is enclosed. 

Eagerly awaiting your response, I am

Kirk 

I had given up hope when I received this letter on the 29th. I was a little bit baffled as to why she would send a letter rather than call, but the letter soon explained it.

April 27

Dear Kirk,

I'm sorry I took so long to answer you. You wouldn't believe how much I've agonized over what to say. I've felt guilty since the first time you fucked me. In your letter, you push to let you fuck me again, and you even want to let two of your friends fuck me as part of an "audition."

Andy has been questioning me about our sessions since they started. Your contract wouldn't permit us to see any photos until the portfolio was complete, so we can hardly wait. He has been hard since our first session when I posed in my see through panty and bra set. He's fucked me twice a day since that first session, and he has slowly pulled all the information out of me. Each time I guiltily confessed something embarrassing, he got more excited. He loved hearing that I had modeled nude for you, but it really got him when I told him I had modeled nude for you and for one of your photographer friends.

Last night, while Andy was fucking me, I finally confessed that you had fucked me. His response was not what I expected. He came almost as soon as the words were out of my mouth. Before the night was over he fucked me two more times and I told him your friend Marcus had photographed us the second time you fucked me. He wants to see the pictures and he wants me to arrange for one more session. He loved your script and he wants to be there to watch all of you fuck me. If you will arrange it under these conditions, and only under these conditions, I will love being your fuck toy by following your script. 

I wanted to call you to tell you in person, but he wants to listen and he is away on business. He thought this letter would be more arousing. I'm sure when he reads it he wants me to confess how much I want you and your friends to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me. Well, honey, this next sentence is for when you read this letter. I confess that I want to let Kirk and his friends fuck me as many times as they want, and (I hope this doesn't ruin our marriage) I want to be available for them to fuck me where ever and whenever they want.

By the way, Andy has read the letter you sent to me. He says he did know of your reputation before we went in to see you and that was the primary reason he selected you. He was hoping all along that you would fuck me and get it on film. I've been punishing myself for almost a month for nothing. I hated myself for loving what you did to me, but that seduction was what Andy wanted. My guilt is gone, but my desire is not. You were correct. I did love getting fucked in front of the camera, and I can hardly wait for it to happen again.




Portfolio for Gina



Hope to see you--every hard inch of you--soon,

Gina

So that brings us to May 8, 2001, the date for the fourth session. When Andy and Gina arrived, Marcus, Dick, Walt and I were sitting in my office. Walt was the cameraman, I was the director and also acted in Acts 1 and 3, during which I also got to fuck her. Marcus, Dick, and of course Gina were the main characters. Andy was the sole spectator and the entire audience. 

We discussed our roles and resolved any questions about our characters, then we all stated that we were ready. Gina looked hot in her halter-top, miniskirt, and heels, but I could see the tension in her face, Only later did I realize her facial expression reflected the tension she felt from arousal rather than fright. 

When everybody was in place, I said, "This is a complete run through. No stopping. No retakes. If we have to, we'll reshoot some parts later. Here we go. Take one.".

The Fashion Show Changing Room.

ACT 1

SCENE 1: 

An office with a casting couch, a desk, two bottles of wine chilling in an ice bucket. Kirk, Marcus, and Dick are talking when Gina knocks on the door. Kirk and Dick are wearing suits. Marcus is wearing very tight pants showing the outline of his huge cock and a shirt with the top 3 buttons undone. Gina is wearing a low cut halter-top, a miniskirt, and high-heels. Dick and Marcus are sitting on the couch; Kirk is sitting at his desk. Kirk, Dick and Marcus are professional porno industry actors, Gina has never been fucked in front of anyone, let alone in front of a camera.

KIRK: 

Stands and walks to door while Dick and Marcus stand. 

Hello Gina. It's nice to see you again. You look great. 

Kisses Gina on cheek then stands back. 

I'd like you to meet Marcus.

GINA: 

Hello Marcus. How are you?

MARCUS: 

Fine, Gina. It's nice to meet you. 

Marcus kisses cheek.

KIRK: 

And this is Dick. 

GINA: 

Hello Dick. It's nice to meet you.

DICK: 

You too Gina. Kirk was right. You do look great. 

Dick kisses cheek.

GINA: 

Thank you Dick.

KIRK: 

Dick will play the part of a fashion designer and Marcus will be your leading man. Please come in and sit down. I need to ask you a few questions before we get started.

GINA: 

I'm nervous. I've never auditioned for anything except my high school plays.

KIRK: 

You'll be fine. Would you like some wine to relax you?

GINA: 

Please. I don't want to have it affect my performance, but it would be nice to calm my jitters a little.

KIRK: 

I think we'll share one with you Gina. 

Kirk pops cork and pours a glass for everybody.

Gina let me know when your glass is empty. We want you to be comfortable.

GINA: 

I don't want to get drunk, just to relax 

KIRK: 

Understood. I need to ask you a few questions. No need to be nervous. The camera isn't going yet.

GINA: 

OK.

KIRK: 

First, do you have any objection to working with Marcus? He will be kissing you and touching you.

GINA: 

How much touching?

KIRK: 

Is your question about the touching or who is doing the touching?

GINA: 

What do you mean?

KIRK: 

Marcus is a black man. Do you have any problem with that?

GINA: 

No that's not what I'm concerned with. 

KIRK: 

Do you find Marcus attractive?

GINA: 

Yes. He's very handsome.

MARCUS: 

Thank you. You're beautiful too.

GINA: 

Thank you Marcus.

KIRK: 

Gina, you will be modeling several revealing fashions. Marcus will be your dressing room aide helping you change clothes during a fashion show. Dick will be dropping in now and then to check your appearance. Will you be able to continue acting if we all see you nude?

GINA: 

Oh god, this is much more than I had anticipated.

KIRK: 

Marcus will be kissing and touching you while you are nude. You will have to act like it is turning you on.

GINA: 

How much touching? 

KIRK: 

Heavy petting. He'll be touching your breasts and your vagina.

GINA: 

I'd better have another glass of wine. I'm very nervous again.

KIRK: 

Sure. You will be wonderful. Just be yourself. I selected this script for you, so you don't have to speak with an accent or become somebody you're not. 

GINA: 

Can I read the script?

KIRK: 

Of course. We'll leave you alone for a half-hour or so. Help yourself to the wine while you read it. When you've finished we'll try it. I'd like to see how well you can remember lines from a quick study. If it doesn't turn out right, we'll do it again tomorrow after you've had a chance to really study your lines.

Gina begins to read the short script, and the men leave the office .

SCENE 2: 

Men move to a kitchen area with a table and chairs and a refrigerator. They all open a beer.

KIRK: 

What do you guys think?

MARCUS: 

I can't wait. She's beautiful.

DICK: 

I agree. She's a fox. I wonder if she's a good fuck.

KIRK: 

Hopefully we'll all find out. Marcus it's up to you. You've got to turn her on so much she'll let us all fuck her.

MARCUS: 

I get all the tough jobs around her. It's still a racist society.

DICK: 

Laughing 

Tote that barge, lift that bale.

KIRK: 

Laughing 

Even if you soften her up enough to let us fuck her, she'll be disappointed. Will she be able to take your cock, Marcus?

MARCUS: 

Laughing 

It would be better for you guys if she can't. Then she'll be turned on and you'll get some tight pussy.

DICK: 

Hey, it's not like we're small. We both have a good 7".

MARCUS: 

I guess you're right. When you put yours together, they are longer than mine.

KIRK: 

How discouraging. But I like it. I have a quick trigger anyway, and when you loosen it and deposit a load to decrease the friction even more, I can last a lot longer. I wouldn't mind just following you around and getting sloppy seconds all the time.

DICK: 

I like it too, so I guess we have it set up the right way. It turns me on to watch you fuck them first. They turn to putty. I'll buy some of that when you figure out what it is.

KIRK: 

Let's see if she's ready for some of that Marcus Magic.

Guys return to office. Gina is reading the last page of the script.

SCENE 3: 

Back in the office. Kirk holds up empty wine bottle and looks toward Gina knowingly. She has had almost half a bottle of wine since they left. He opens a second bottle and pours wine for everybody.

KIRK: 

So what do you think, Gina? Can you act like you're being sexually attracted to Marcus while the fashion show is going on?

GINA: 

I guess I'm ready to try. I'm much more relaxed now. 

Gina holds up her full wineglass and drains it

KIRK: 

Since I'm the director of this audition, let's go over a few things.

GINA: 

Sure. I was hoping we would.

KIRK: 

You need to start like all supermodels. Arrogant, conceited, haughty, bitchy. Treat Marcus like dirt but suck up to Dick. Then make shitty comments about Dick to Marcus as soon as he leaves.

GINA: 

That's what I thought. Then as Marcus touches me, I fight my own lust until he dominates me and my true submissive nature emerges?

KIRK: 

That's perfect. You need to act like what Marcus is doing to you is so arousing that you can't resist.

GINA: 

How do you want me to act when Dick touches me to "adjust things just a bit?"

KIRK: 

Initially, act like you don't even notice it. As it continues and after Marcus has excited you, moan a little when he touches you. You want us to believe you are so turned on that anybody could touch you and you would like it.

GINA: 

Should I look at him when Marcus is feeling me while I'm naked?

KIRK: 

Yes. Try to let him know that he can have you too when Marcus is finished.

GINA: 

Okay. I think I have the basic idea. I'm ready.

ACT 2

A dressing room with racks of clothes, a chair. mirrors on two walls, and a curtain for a door. Lots of background noise, occasionally comments that can be deciphered from other models walking by. Ahmad and Claudia are in the room when Monsieur D'Arbien enters.

CAST: Claudia………………………..Gina Ahmad………………………..Marcus Monsieur D'Arbien…………...Dick

MONSIEUR D'ARBIEN : 

Hello Claudia. You look beautiful as usual. 

CLAUDIA: 

Thank you Monsieur D'Arbien. You are always so nice to me.

MONSIEUR D'ARBIEN: 

Let's go over the show quickly. Everything's in order. We'll start with these gowns, then move to the casuals, then the swimwear, then the lingerie. The shoes for each are directly underneath the clothes. No underwear for anything. I don't want any lines.

CLAUDIA: 

Of course, sir. 

MONSIEUR D'ARBIEN: 

Ahmad will assist you. He'll get everything off and on without disturbing your perfect face and hair. Won't you Ahmad?

AHMAD: 

Yes sir. I'll keep everything in perfect order too. It will be hung back up in the order she wore it.

MONSIEUR D'ARBIEN: 

And you'll make sure it doesn't get wrinkled as she puts it on?

AHMAD: 

Yes sir.

MONSIEUR D'ARBIEN: 

Check to insure there are no hems folded over. No hanging threads.

AHMAD: 

Yes sir.

MONSIEUR D'ARBIEN: 

Perfect. Let's make sure the first one fits. We want to start with no problems.

Claudia strips her halter, skirt and panties in a very businesslike manner, then stands naked waiting for Ahmad to hold the gown for her to step into it. She acts as though being nude is an everyday occurrence, which it is. Monsieur D'Arbien and Ahmad stop to stare at her shaven pussy.

CLAUDIA: 

Hurry. Monsieur D'Arbien is busy.

AHMAD: 

Sorry. Please step into this. There. Now the shoes. Do you want to sit each time when I slip on the shoes?

CLAUDIA: 

Of course.

She sits in the only chair in the dressing room. Ahmad holds her calves as he slips off one pair of shoes and slips on another. Claudia stands.

MONSIEUR D'ARBIEN: 

You look delicious. Here, let me adjust things just a bit.

Claudia stands patiently as he runs his fingers along every hem in the gown. His fingers graze her breasts and her legs.

MONSIEUR D'ARBIEN: 

Ahmad, feel this. Can you feel the seam not lying flat right here?

AHMAD: 

Yes sir.

MONSIEUR D'ARBIEN: 

If it's an inside seam like this one, you may have to take it off to correct it. I think I can reach this one without removing the gown though.

Monsieur D'Arbien pulls the top of the gown out enough to slip his hand inside to fix the seam running vertically under her left armpit. His arm rubs over Claudia's tits as he smoothes the hem.

MONSIEUR D'ARBIEN: 

Okay, you're set. We're about 20 minutes away. Don't let the gown get wrinkled by sitting on it.

CLAUDIA: 

Of course sir. Thank you.

Monsieur D'Arbien leaves the room. Claudia waits until she can hear him in another room.

CLAUDIA: 

quietly 

That asshole just did that to get a cheap feel.

AHMAD: 

The seam wasn't right. I felt it.

CLAUDIA: 

I should have taken it off. Look at my nipples now.

AHMAD: 

They are gorgeous. It looks like you may have enjoyed what he did.

CLAUDIA: 

How dare you? Just do your job and keep your mouth shut.

AHMAD: 

Yes ma'am. I didn't mean any harm.

Claudia doesn't answer. Claudia paces awaiting the show while Ahmad hangs up Claudia's street clothes. Eventually Monsieur D'Arbien tells the girls to line up and the show is on. Claudia returns shortly.

AHMAD: 

Sit down, I'll remove your shoes. Then stand and I'll remove your gown, put on a new gown, then sit and I'll put your new shoes on. While you wait I'll check your clothes.

Claudia doesn't say anything, but does as Ahmad directs. He feels all the hems and seams just as Monsieur D'Arbien had until she has to leave again. The curtain/door to her changing room remains open the entire time so Claudia can watch for the girl she follows. The process continues through four gowns, but the fifth has an inside seam folded.

AHMAD: 

There's another seam crooked. Do you want me to remove the gown to fix it?

CLAUDIA: We don't have time. Just fix it.

Ahmad stands behind Claudia to slide his hands inside the front part of her gown. His hand presses tightly against her tit to fit inside the tight bodice. He straightens the seam and notices how erect her nipples are again. He starts getting hard and Claudia notices but doesn't say anything. Claudia goes through all the casual wear without a problem, although as Ahmad checks each seam his fingers graze her tits on every top and her cunt on two of the pairs of shorts. He gets harder and harder until his cock is sticking out the top of his pants, but still covered by his tucked in shirt. Claudia doesn't say anything, but her nipples remain erect and her pussy appears wet each time she strips. Claudia returns from modeling the last set of casuals.

AHMAD: 

We need to change the order we do things for the rest of the show. Just sit down and I'll do everything while you're seated.

CLAUDIA: 

Great. That's a whole lot easier.

AHMAD: 

You'll have to lift up to let me remove the bottoms.

CLAUDIA: 

I suppose you'll have to check the hems on the bottoms.

AHMAD: 

Yes. Spread while I do. Don't fight me like you did on the shorts. It's my job.

CLAUDIA: 

It's just that you touch everything. 

When Claudia returns the next time, Monsieur D'Arbien steps in the room with her. She sits and Ahmad strips her shoes and bikini bottoms. He is removing her top when Monsieur D'Arbien speaks. She has a sheen of sweat from her exertions.

MONSIEUR D'ARBIEN: 

Claudia, those guys are loving your nipples like that. Can you keep them erect for the rest of the show? Pinch them each time. Ahmad, if they aren't poking out like that, you help her. Rub her nipples a little bit each time.

AHMAD: 

Yes sir. 

Claudia tweaks her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers. Ahmad watches. 

MONSIEUR D'ARBIEN: 

Claudia how does that feel? You like it don't you?

CLAUDIA: 

Yes, Monsieur D'Arbien.

MONSIEUR D'ARBIEN: 

You are going to help me sell a lot of suits today. Ahmad, insure they stay up like that. 

Ahmad continues to feel her up in front of Monsieur D'Arbien

AHMAD: 

Yes sir. 

Ahmad releases her tits, then slips her bottoms, top, and shoes on. Monsieur D'Arbien catches her arm as she passes, then pinches both her nipples through the flimsy top. She has to trot to catch her place in line. As she returns to the dressing room, Ahmad gives her new directions.

AHMAD: 

Sit down and I'll take off your clothes. Then spread your legs so I can move between them and suck your nipples. I don't want them to go down. You heard what Monsieur D'Arbien said.

CLAUDIA: 

Oohh god, I can't believe this is happening in the middle of a show.

AHMAD: 

Believe it. Next time I'm going to give you a vibrator. That will help keep those nipples up.

CLAUDIA: 

Mmmm. I'm going to be so wet that it will show through the bottoms.

AHMAD: 

Probably. Everybody will know how turned on you are then. They might even be able to smell it.

Again, Claudia has to hustle to reach her point in line. This time she also hustles to get back into the dressing room. Ahmad strips her, inserts two fingers into her sopping cunt, and sucks a nipple. Monsieur D'Arbien walks in just in time to hear her. 

CLAUDIA: 

Oohhh god I don't want to go out again.

MONSIEUR D'ARBIEN: 

Only five more times. This is perfect. Ahmad, keep her turned on while she models the lingerie. Buyers will be fighting to place orders. Don't let her miss a turn.

AHMAD: 

Yes sir.

Ahmad slips the last swimsuit on, a one piece thong that displays her ass totally.. She is wet on both sides of the thong bottom and Ahmad doesn't wipe it off. Monsieur D'Arbien stops her and finger fucks her for a second before she gets in line. Claudia hustles back into the dressing room again, and willingly spreads her legs as far as she can. Ahmad lowers his mouth to her cunt and reaches up to pinch her nipples. She watches as he makes long, wet swipes with his tongue from her asshole all the way through the end of her slit.

CLAUDIA: 

Oooohhh god ooh honey that feels sooo good. I'm so hot honey. They could all see how wet I was Ahmad.

AHMAD: 

They will be able to see even more this time Claudia. Any straight guy out there will want to stick his cock in your cunt.

CLAUDIA: 

Ooooohhh god I'm almost ready to come. 

Ahmad stops licking and slips the bikini briefs on, then holds the baby doll nightgown for her to stand and let him put it on. No seams had been checked in a long time

AHMAD: 

No time. Here, slip this on. Ok, go. GO.

Claudia returns to the dressing room but is carrying the baby doll so she is nude except for the sheer panties. Ahmad strips her panties just as Monsieur D'Arbien enters the room again.

MONSIEUR D'ARBIEN: 

Claudia, you love being turned on in front of all those people don't you?

CLAUDIA: 

Oooohhhh god I'm so bad. I could see their eyes focus on my cunt and I loved it. 

Ahmad doesn't lick her cunt this time, but rather pulls her tight against his steel hard cock as he tongues her nipples. Claudia looks at Monsieur D'Arbien as Ahmad dry fucks her. 

MONSIEUR D'ARBIEN: 

Ahmad, get her ready. Only three more.

AHMAD: 

Yes sir.

Claudia wears a long sheer nightgown, but no panties. She holds the nightgown in her hand on her way back to the dressing room. Monsieur D'Arbien is standing at the doorway and she hands him her nightgown as she passes him. She sits in the chair and throws both legs over the arms. 

AHMAD: 

Pull out my cock, baby. I want you to see what's going to fuck you after you've shown your pussy to all these people two more times.

CLAUDIA: 

Mmmmm, I'm so hot. I can't wait. 

Claudia unzips Ahmad and lowers his pants so his long cock is directly in front of her face

CLAUDIA: 

Oooohhh god it's huge. It will never fit.

AHMAD: 

In your cunt? It will, but suck it first you slut. 

She pulls it up to her mouth and sucks hard while she stares at Monsieur D'Arbien in the doorway. Her eyes sparkle as she lowers one hand to her cunt and spreads it for Monsieur D'Arbien 

MONSIEUR D'ARBIEN: 

Claudia, I hate to stop this but you've got to go. 

Ahmad slips on a pair of silk panties with a mesh crotch and a lace bra. She almost missed her turn one more time. Ahmad continues to stand with his pants around his ankles. Monsieur D'Arbien moves into the room

MONSIEUR D'ARBIEN: 

Ahmad, she hates to leave, but when she gets out there she loves it. You should see her. She looks men in the eye and smiles at them. She bends over so everyone can see her tits. She struts and jiggles and bounces. It's almost like a strip show. 

AHMAD: 

This next one is great then. It doesn't hide a thing. It would look even better without the top.

MONSIEUR D'ARBIEN: 

Do it. Give me that top. 

Ahmad hands it to Monsieur D'Arbien, who stuffs it in a pocket. He just barely makes it before Claudia walks in nude. Monsieur D'Arbien stops her for a second and inserts two fingers in her very wet pussy. She moans before he releases her. She sits and begins to grab Ahmad's cock

AHMAD: 

Not this time. Sit back. I'm going to put my cock in your pussy before you go out one last time. 

Marcus places the tip of his huge cock at the entrance to her cunt and moves it up and down stroking her clit

CLAUDIA: 

Oooohhhh god oooohhh do it.

AHMAD: 

Do what? Tell me exactly.

CLAUDIA: 

Put your huge cock in my cunt.

AHMAD: 

Relax baby. 

Ahmad pushes hard, and even as wet as Claudia is and as much precum as Ahmad generated, he has a difficult time getting started. Finally, the head pops through the opening and Ahmad makes significant progress with each stroke. Claudia looks at Monsieur D'Arbien while Ahmad bottoms out

MONSIEUR D'ARBIEN: 




Portfolio for Gina



Shit. There goes Angela. You follow her Claudia. 

Ahmad pulls out and slips the tiny thong on Claudia 

AHMAD: 

Go.

CLAUDIA: 

Where's my top.

AHMAD: 

No top. GO. 

Claudia scampers to catch up. Monsieur D'Arbien also leaves. Ahmad sits and strips himself, then strokes his cock a few times. The applause is tremendous, and Monsieur D'Arbien is on the runway to take his bows and schmooze the buyers. Claudia returns and climbs atop Ahmad. She slips it into her cunt and moans as it enters

KIRK: 

Cut. That was beautiful. Come in my office and we'll look at it. We may need to do it again tomorrow Gina. 

Marcus stands and lifts Gina off his cock

ACT 3

Gina and Marcus are still nude as they enter Kirk's office. Kirk leans against the front of his desk; Dick, Gina, and Marcus sit on the couch. Kirk opens a new bottle and pours a glass for everybody. Walt brings in the tape and loads it, then leaves.

KIRK: 

That was hot. Gina, you didn't follow the script a few times, but what you said may have been an improvement. Let's look at it. 

Kirk dims lights. The images are projected on a large screen in back of Kirk's desk. Kirk walks behind the couch carrying the remote

KIRK: 

Stops video. 

That was great Gina. When Dick made the seam adjustments and your nipples were supposed to harden, they did.

GINA: 

That wasn't acting. 

Kirk starts tape again. It runs for a few minutes. Marcus is not watching the tape. Gina notices his eyes are on her pussy. She spreads her legs so he can see better

KIRK: 

Stops tape 

Gina look how wet you are right here. All Marcus did was check the seams of those shorts.

GINA: 

That's easy for you to say. His finger touched my clit twice.

KIRK: 

You are so responsive. That's great in this business. 

Starts tape. Marcus begins to stroke Gina's thigh. She keeps her legs spread as fully as possible. Marcus' cock is fully hard again

KIRK: 

Stops tape 

See how easily he slipped two fingers into your cunt Gina.

GINA: 

I was so ready. I loved it when he did. Oooohhh god ooohhh yeessss. 

Marcus slips his fingers into her cunt while she speaks. He lowers his mouth to hers and begins to kiss her passionately while he finger fucks her. Dick reaches out to fondle one tit and Kirk reaches from behind the couch to feel the other one. Gina grabs Marcus' cock and strokes it with energy. Kirk doesn't restart the tape

DICK: 

She feels like she has a fever. Her tit is on fire.

KIRK: 

Fuck her Marcus.

GINA: 

Ooohhh god yes oohh fuck me Marcus honey.

MARCUS: 

I will baby. Tell me what you want.

GINA: 

Ooooohhh god honey I want your cock. I want your cock in my cunt.

MARCUS: 

What about Dick and Kirk? They're horny too.

GINA; 

What about them?

MARCUS: 

They want to fuck you too. If you want my cock, you'll have to take their cocks too.

GINA: 

Oooohhhh god I'll do whatever you want. Just fuck me.

MARCUS: 

So they can fuck you too?

GINA: 

Ooohhh god yes, they can all fuck me. I'm so hot.

MARCUS: 

Hold on baby. 

Marcus plunges his 12" cock to the depth of her cunt in one powerful stroke, then sets up a slow, full length rhythm.

GINA: 

Ooohhh god that feels so good. I've never been fucked so deep…ooohhh god fuck me fuck me.

MARCUS: 

Tell me when you're going to come. I'm going to blast a gallon of come inside your hot slick cunt.

GINA: 

Ooohhh god ooohhh I'm almost there….oohhh I love your cock…ooohhh god oooohhh shit I'mmmm coming.

MARCUS: 

Here I come baby.

Both spasm uncontrollably through powerful and extended orgasms. Marcus withdraws and Kirk enters her sloppy cunt. The smell of come permeates the office, and stringy come connects Gina's cunt to several spots on the couch.

KIRK: 

Play with your cunt while I fuck you. After Marcus, you won't be able to feel me. Uuunnngg damn I love fucking a used cunt.

GINA: 

I can feel you, but….oohhh god I'm such a slut….I am going to touch my clit while you fuck me.

DICK: 

Since you're such a slut, suck my cock.

Gina is fucked in her cunt and her mouth from several positions. Dick and Kirk change places twice before they unload on her face together. Gina comes at least 5 times while they are fucking her then Marcus slides back into her cunt. All three men come twice during about a 25 minute interval, and Gina comes many, many times.

THE END

Marcus and Dick dressed while Gina and I sat on the couch waiting for Andy to join us. He rushed in and immediately shook my hand. Then he spoke to his gorgeous naked wife.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen. Gina, my love, I'm so proud of you."

"Are you ok with it, honey? You know I worried so much about whether you would still love me."

"I love you even more, but I know I'll never be able to satisfy you by myself ever again."

"It's one of the things I worried about, honey. You know how much I love being fucked."

"I'm not complaining. I love sharing you. Can you go once more? I'm about to die."

"Ooohhh honey, I'm sorry. You know I will always have room for you. Let me help with your pants."

"Just lay back. It won't take much." Andy dropped his pants to reveal a cock red and visibly pulsing with each heartbeat. He dropped to his knees and thrust his cock into her cum-filled, sloppy cunt with one violent motion.

"Oooohhhh god honey I love how you fuck me. Stroke your cock in my nasty cunt." Gina wrapped her legs around his back and humped back with every ounce of strength left in her, then reached up to grab his head and passionately kiss her husband. It was an act of love, not lust

"Uunnnggg shit I'm already there love." Andy had pumped no more than 10 or 15 times before he lost it, and his body spasmed with the violence of a mild seizure. I watched his eyes roll back in his head, and the pleasure was clear in the way his facial muscles strained. His orgasm lasted at least a full minute, maybe two. I was happy that what we had done to his beautiful wife was able to cause such rapture, and my guess was that it was the kind of bliss that he would want to try to repeat.

"Mmmm honey that was a good one for you. I'm sorry I didn't come this time."

"Gina, I barely got in you love. I'll fuck you tonight and you can come then." He turned to look at me while his cock softened inside her overflowing cunt.

"So how did she do? Do you think she'll need to repeat her audition before we send it in?" 

I love my job. "Yes, she will."

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"It was easy. You now look attractively dishevelled, which will show up nicely on camera. Just make sure you don't lose the smile."

After that I followed his instructions a bit more closely. The way I'd been writhing and kicking while he tickled me, he'd seen everything I had, down to the smallest detail. So I sat, and lay, and stood, and posed like a good little girl while he ran his camera and barked orders and wouldn't keep his hands off me as he made sure I was in just the right position.

I couldn't help but notice that my nipples were aroused and standing out. Joe noticed me noticing and commented.

"Don't let that worry you," he said. "Lots of girls find it stimulating to be photographed in the nude. Like I said, the camera won't show them."

But Joe had noticed them, I was sure of that. And if he knew that my nipples were aroused, would he suspect that the rest of me might also be somewhat aroused? Not much, thankfully, but I was more aware of myself as a female than I'd ever been.

While he'd been taking his photos (my photos, actually) Joe had been calling commands about facial expressions, smile, straight face, laugh, scornful, etcetera. Most of them were simple, some harder, but Joe would grumble and I'd try harder.

So there I am, lying on the couch naked, looking at the camera, and Joe tells me lustful. This was followed up by, "For god's sake, you look as though you're regarding something you stepped in. You're not looking at a camera. You're looking at a lover and you're aroused and wanting and you want it to show on your face."

So I tried to look lustful. What the hell does lustful look like? I had no idea. Whatever it was, it wasn't the look on my face. Joe sighed and came over and sat next to me.

Now I was lying facing the camera, one arm casually draped so that it fell across my breasts, concealing my nipples. My legs were bent, slightly at the hips and slightly more at the knees. This effectively covered my mound from the front. I hadn't even considered what it might look like from the side away from the camera as there was only a wall there. Who cares what a wall can see, right?

Now Joe's hand was also there. He'd just reached around me and I found out the hard way that the way I was positioned my entire mound would be on display if you were behind me. And Joe was looking, Braille fashion. His hand neatly covered my mound and he was lightly rubbing me. 

"You're waiting for your lover," he said, gently rubbing while my eyes nearly popped out of my head. "You're eager to see him, you want him. You can feel his hands on you, touching you with intimate caresses. You're aroused and ready for him, wanting him to come to you. Let him see the wanting. Any man who looks at you will feel that it is he that you're waiting for."

His voice was a softly crooning melody, entrancing me, while his hand was arousing me. I was already slightly stimulated, I admit, but now I was feeling all hot and bothered, knowing juices were flowing freely inside me. I was too shocked to speak, just staring at Joe.

"That's it," he said. "That's the expression I want. Now just keep looking at me like that."

Just like that he was back at the stupid camera, clicking away. I was feeling frustrated, wanting to scream, and I'm sure those emotions were flitting across my face and Joe was capturing them. I swear if these shots aren't of the highest quality he's going to eat his camera.

Finishing those shots he came back to sit next to me.

"The final shots I want should show smug satisfaction," he said. "It seems to me that there are two ways to bring this about. First, I can continue massaging you to make you climax."

I hastily shook my head. No thanks. I'd go out of my mind. 

"The other way is for you to finally bite the bullet, so to speak, and I will make love to you. It's by far the best idea. You can't really remain a virgin while modelling. There are too many men in the industry who'll take advantage of you. You really need to know what it's all about."

He had to be kidding. I couldn't believe that he was trying it on. Then I felt my hand being placed against his crotch and I could feel the hardness of him there. I could also feel his other hand stroking me again, stirring up that arousal. 

It's dead easy to tell a man no dice when you're both fully dressed and you're not aroused or really attracted to him.

It's a lot harder to tell a man no dice when you're lying on a couch in front of him, naked, his hand massaging your already aroused pussy, and your hand holding his erection. Oh god, how had that happened. One moment I could feel him under my hand, hard and ready, and now my hand was inside his trousers, holding him. I could have sworn I hadn't moved.

I was going to tell him no. Really I was. I mean, I know he was doing me a huge favour with this portfolio, but saying thank you should only go so far. He couldn't expect me to say thank you by having sex with him. Looking at him it dawned on me that he didn't expect me to have sex as a thank you. He just wanted to have sex with me, end of story.

I'm really going to have to learn to think faster. I was still dithering, trying to think how I should say no when I found that his trousers were off. What's more I was now flat on my back, one leg not even on the couch and he was sort of hovering above me. The only thing that was stopping him taking me was the fact that my hand was holding his cock. 

That's when I did something really stupid. I mean, my hand was holding his cock and it shouldn't be. So I gave a gasp and snatched my hand away. Great call, woman. My hand was out of the way but his cock was still right there, right next to my pussy.

It didn't stay next to my pussy for long. Joe leaned forward slightly and his cock was pressing against me, then it was pressing into me. I was screaming, "No, no, no! I don't want this," but the trouble was I was screaming it to myself, not Joe. And I wasn't listening to myself. I was too busy watching that whacking great erection sinking into me.

It just sank smoothly down. I let out a pained yip when my hymen broke and Joe gave me an apologetic smile. He also gave me another inch of cock, and there was still more to come. My god, I could feel it in there, pushing firmly against my passage, pushing my flesh out of the way to make room for itself.

Then I was lying there and Joe was lying on top of me and there was this cock inside me. It was all I could think of. Photos and nudity were irrelevant. There was a cock inside me. I was having trouble believing it but it was too much in my awareness for me to be able to deny it. Joe was fucking me. How the hell had this happened?

The how it happened was quickly displaced by what now? What now was just as quickly displaced by Joe pulling back out of me and pushing back in firmly, drawing a shocked scream from me. A pleased scream I have to admit. That cock plunging back into me did all sorts of weird and wonderful things to me. Things I wanted to happen again.

They did, with Joe repeating the dose, driving his cock firmly in to me yet again. About then, remembered sex education lessons and talks with my mother kicked in. My mother was not one to say lie back and think of your country. What she actually said was that if a man puts in the effort to drill you, you should put in the effort to meet him half way. I did what mother said.

The next time Joe came barrelling in I pushed firmly up to meet him. From the look on his face he was startled but pleased, so it was my turn to repeat the dose. In very short order Joe was busy humping away and I was equally as busy shifting my hips to match him.

Hands were crawling over my breasts, feeling them, kneading them, enjoying them, and I found myself enjoying the touch. Joe was rubbing my nipples and squeezing my breasts, seeming to be pumping them to the same rhythm with which his cock was pumping my pussy. A very energetic man, was Joe, and I was damned glad that I was fit and healthy and capable of keeping up with him. It must be embarrassing for a girl to find she can't handle a man. I could, I found.

Joe kept on thrusting into me. He seemed to be having a fine time and I can't complain about that. I was quite frankly having the best time I'd ever had in my life. If I'd even dreamed sex was going to be like this I'd have been a non-virgin long ago. I was excited and aroused and feeling incredibly, passionately lusty. I was going up in flames and Joe was fanning the flames with every thrust.

By now I was reduced to making soft guttural sounds deep in my throat. I couldn't have framed words if I'd tried and I had no interest in trying. All I was interested in was Joe and the way he was making me feel.

I'd have loved the whole thing to go on forever, but it wasn't to be. Joe started grunting and driving in even harder and then he started spraying deep inside me. Talk about throwing gas on the fire. The world seemed to explode inside me. I was yowling and clinging to Joe and I could feel myself clutching tight to his erection. I was surprised. When I climaxed, muscles I never knew I had came into play, clamping down on his cock, while I just yielded to waves of feeling that just swept me away.

I just lay there, Joe looking down at me.

"That's the expression I wanted," he said. "Too bad I haven't caught it on camera. I think we'll make do with what we've got. I'll let you know if I want you to re-sit any shots."

I nodded. I hadn't seriously considered that I might need a second sitting, but it made sense. One must make sure all the photos were top notch. For that matter, I might need several more sittings. I decided that I'd better free up my calendar.